"I'm just a little tired," Rain replied. "I'll be better after a sleep." She yawned slightly.

Inside the lab, Charles Endevour had shut himself inside his office to make an important phone call, after first making dead sure he wouldn't be overheard. On his desk was a photograph of a sweetly smiling woman; Charles' wife, who had died several years ago. She had never gotten over what had happened after giving birth to their son. Charles preferred not to think about that; his wife, when she was alive, had been a scientist and had wanted the Diclonii to be treated more like people and less like lab rats. That hadn't ended well for either of them.

The lab workers were in disarry; first they had to clean up the evidence of the killings carried out by one of the escaped Diclonius, then all security had to be tightened. Once the clean up was completed, all security personel would be deployed to make sure that the place was wired completely tight and that there was no way that anyone could possibly get out... or in.